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 Hugh did not stop to look, but ducked quickly and heard a bullet whistle over his head. The next second, “ping,” another buried itself in the  pack that hung from his shoulder. The impact almost destroyed his balance; he staggered and  dropped to his knees and crawled the last few  yards to safety.

“Are you hurt?” cried Dick. “Are you safe? Lie down behind that log until they have stopped shooting.”

In absolute defiance of his own advice he, as well as Nicholas, was standing among the trees,  the one shouting, the other barking in wild excitement. But Hugh would not come, for his very danger on the now tottering bridge had given him  an idea for the furthering of their own safety. He was standing knee deep in the running water with his shoulder against the tree-trunk, pushing  against it with all his might.

“Go back; stay with your brother,” he called to Dick. “What would he do if you were to be shot?”

A bullet carried away his woolen cap and